Bio

Image of woman in black dress with white glovesOfficial Bio:

Malin James is a writer with a book fetish. Her essays and reviews can be found in various publications, both mainstream and not. Her erotica has appeared in anthologies for Cleis Press, Xcite Books and Burning Book Press, including Best Men’s Erotica 2014, (Ed. Raziel Moore and Will Crimson), The Mammoth Book of Urban Erotic Confessions, (ed. Barbara Cardy) and the best-selling The Big Book of Orgasms: 69 Sexy Stories, (ed. Rachel Kramer Bussel), with more forthcoming, much to her delight. You can also find her work online at The Erotic Woman and The Kiss Me Quick’s Erotica Podcast with Rose Caraway. She is currently working on her first erotic novel.

A Bit More:

Malin James learned about sex from books. It was awhile before experience caught up. By the time it had, Interview with a Vampire, Exit to Eden and gothic romance had given way to more explicitly erotic works – The Sleeping Beauty Trilogy, The Story of the Eye, The Story of O, Emmanuel and, of course, the work of the great Anais Nin.

These stories were something new, deeply personal narratives that knowingly walked the line between the fragile and profane. They were her  first introduction to the relationship between sexuality and the psyche, between sex and the self, and it’s that relationship that she comes back to again and again in her work.

Sex can be joyful or painful, wholesome or filthy, or anything in between. The people involved determine what “kind” of sex is being had, far more than the physical act alone. The crack of a belt can be the sound of home. Missionary can be an emotional land mine. It all depends on who’s bringing what to the table, or to the bed.

Sex is possibly the most primal form of communication human beings have. That’s is what fascinates – how people relate to each other, and themselves, through sex, sexuality and sexual identity. This is why erotica continues to appeal, and where its value lies. In no other literature can we so examine and enjoy the impulses that drive us, many of which we don’t quite understand.

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